Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.